Sunday, 22 January 2012

I start at my new job tomorrow, in the office of a big florist chain in the city. Mucho excited, obviously, and feel the need to post some flowery inspiration. and the Boy, just got back from a wedding out in the country, in a little town called Milthorp, about four hours away from Sydney. It was super lovely, except maybe for the senile minister who forgot his glasses, but pretended he could read anyway, forgot the bride's name briefly and dropped the rings. The couple made paper origami flowers. So beautiful, and the bride wore a white and purple dress, and hot pink shoes.

I love it when men cry at weddings, and the father of the groom made his daugher and his new daughter in law cry too. My 80 year old grandparents joined the dancefloor, and my little sister caught the bouquet. She sent a text to her boyfriends to tell him she caught it, so she was the next to get married, and his reply was "cool, who are you marrying?". I don't think he's keen?

Tuesday, 10 January 2012

On being a good friend.

So, with all my introspective ramblings about bettering my life, losing weight, earning money and avoiding the bitches, I've become so self involved that I didn't know a dear dear friend of mine had been admitted into a rehabilitation centre for her eating disorder, the centre had shut down and that she was now back at home and backsliding rapidly. She's looking into going to another centre.

I feel honestly sick to my stomache with guilt that I haven't been there for her. That I let my own stuff get in the way of being a good friend. Thats not how I want to be. Its not how I used to be. And for fucksakes! It's not even about me. It's about her. When did I get so selfish?

Consider this me turning over a new leaf. And making it my mission to help my lovely friend, who is vibrant and beautiful and talented and awe-inspiring. She's just forgotten it, that's all.

And also, FUCK whoever it was that made fun of her about her breasts, fuck the bitchy dancer girls that made her life harder. anyone who was cruel to her - when she was never cruel a day in her life - deserves a world of hurt, and I'm so angry I might just track them all down and inflict it myself, after giving myself a good solid punch in the arm for not doing it sooner.

Sunday, 1 January 2012

I'm going to spend money...

I know I shouldn't,
But I'm going to Lush on the way back from work, and if it's open, I am going to buy a skin care regime. Cleanser, Toner and Moisturizer...and maybe a bubble bar. And a mask. And I am going to have a spa-day tomorrow. And it's going to be AWESOME. I am going to drag myself out of the house in the morning to go to the salvos store and price fridges, and hopefully buy one. Then to Broadway, where I shall get my nails done (white or pale dove grey/mauve), and see if miss Jeannie is working. And if I've purchased a fridge I shall also purchase dinner fixings.
When I return I shall speak to the building managers about internet connections, and get the numbers again to call and connect gas and electricity (before we get cut off!) Then while having lunch I shall make some phone calls pertaining to having internet, gas and electricity connected. Hopefully by the conclusion of the week we shall have internet, fridge, power sources all sorted and can get on with Life.
I can't wait to cook a proper meal, and save the left overs, and buy stuff and have it keep. I'm going to buy a case of drink and store it in a cupcoard, and always have six cans cooling in the minibar!
I know I shouldn't spend money in Lush...but Richard is always telling me to invest in myself. And then in a few days I think I'll drop in at the doctorbs for a (hopefully bulk billed) appointment to sort out some things of the 'lets not get pregnant right now' kind.
And once internet is connected I am going to start job hunting in earnest again and again. I'm talking ten jobs a day, hardcore getting my job on. I want fulltime cash to enjoy!

I'll post my NY resolutions soon too. Yay!